Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

"Master, young master, please get in the car." Uncle Wang opened the car door and said respectfully.

"Uncle Wang, thank you for coming to pick up Qiao Yuan and me." Song Guo nodded politely and got in the car, with Qiao Yuan following closely behind.

"It's not hard. This is what I should do." Uncle Wang replied with a smile.

Song Guo put his schoolbag aside, picked up the pillow, and let out a long sigh: "It's really more comfortable to be a salted fish. Being a college student is really not a human being!" As he spoke, he moved his neck.

After a long class, he felt like all the energy had been drained from his body.

Qiao Yuan sat quietly beside him, still with that indifferent look, seemingly indifferent to everything happening around him. His eyes fell on the scenery outside the car window through the car window, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Uncle Wang looked at the two children in front of him through the rearview mirror, and a sense of helplessness surged in his heart. He knew that his wife had always hoped that Qiao Yuan and Song Guo could establish a deep brotherly relationship, but judging from the current situation, this wish might be difficult to achieve. The relationship between them was still as cold as strangers, and even after two months of getting along, the two of them had very little communication.

Qiao Yuan and Song Guo seemed to be accustomed to this situation, and neither of them was willing to take the initiative to break the silence.

"Oh, by the way, Qiao Yuan, thank you for your pen. I'll treat you to almond cake later." As Song Guo spoke, he reached into his schoolbag, looking for the pen he had just borrowed from Qiao Yuan.

After finding it, Song Guo gently held the pen and handed it to Qiao Yuan who was sitting next to him.

Qiao Yuan took the pen, but his eyes were unconsciously drawn to Song Guo's hands. Song Guo's hands were white as jade, and her fingers were long and slender, like scallions.

He couldn't help but recall the feeling of holding these hands before, and the delicate and smooth touch seemed to still linger on his fingertips.

Compared with his hands which were slightly calloused from years of part-time work, Song Guo's hands appeared unusually delicate and soft, as warm as mutton-fat jade.

Qiao Yuan's eyes seemed to be burned and he quickly turned his head away. When he took the pen, he felt Song Guo's fingers gently sliding across the back of his hand, bringing a slight itchy feeling that quickly spread throughout his limbs.

Qiao Yuan's muscles tensed up instantly. He turned his head and saw Song Guo blinking his big eyes blankly with an extremely innocent expression. "Qiao Yuan, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Maybe he was too sensitive. How could Song Guo do it on purpose?

However, from an angle that Qiao Yuan couldn't see, Song Guo's eyes flashed with a sly smile. He did it on purpose, deliberately stroking the back of Qiao Yuan's hand. It must be said that the cold-looking Ah Yuan was really interesting when he teased.

What bad intentions could the cute little squirrel have? He was just teasing his lover.

"Guoguo, Ayuan, you're back! Come and have a look. These are the clothes that mommy carefully selected, specially prepared for you two. One set for each of you. Come and try them on to see if they fit you well." Mrs. Qiao Zhou Zi handed the clothes to Song Guo and Qiao Yuan with a smile on her face, not giving them any chance to refuse.

Song Guo took the clothes and smiled happily. The clothes in his hand were beige and embroidered with a super cute little white rabbit.

Song Guo simply couldn't let go of the dress. He couldn't wait to pick it up and try it on himself. His heart was full of anticipation, imagining how great it would look when he put it on.

Qiao Yuan looked at the clothes in his hands helplessly, his brows slightly furrowed.

Because his usual dressing style tends to be simple black and white, he rarely chooses such brightly colored clothes.

However, facing his mother's enthusiasm, he couldn't refuse directly.

Mrs. Qiao noticed that Qiao Yuan seemed a little hesitant, so she walked forward, gently pushed the two of them, and said with a smile: "Go and change quickly, so that Mommy can appreciate it."

Qiao Yuan caught a glimpse of the bright smile on Song Guo's face from the corner of his eye, and clenched the clothes in his hands, thinking that perhaps it would be nice to change the style occasionally.

"Mommy, you have such a good taste." Song Guo hugged Mrs. Qiao's arm, looked at her with sparkling eyes, and repeatedly praised her for her good taste.

Mrs. Qiao looked at her lovely son, her lips curled up unconsciously, her eyes full of love and tenderness. She reached out and gently rubbed Song Guo's little head, nodding with satisfaction: "Of course, how can my vision be bad?"

It must be said that Mrs. Qiao had a sharp eye. The beige color did not make Song Guo look dark, but instead highlighted his snow-white skin, which was as crystal clear as the top grade jadeite. The small and exquisite white rabbit embroidered on the clothes was lifelike, as if it would jump out of the clothes at any time.

The presence of this white rabbit adds a touch of playfulness and cuteness to Song Guo, making people want to get close to it.

"Strange, why hasn't A Yuan come down yet?" Mrs. Qiao couldn't help but look towards the stairs. She had a puzzled expression on her face and muttered to herself: Did something happen?

At this moment, as if he had heard her thoughts, Qiao Yuan slowly walked down from upstairs.

His appearance made the entire living room quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Qiao Yuan was wearing the same beige clothes as Song Guo, however, the style he displayed was completely different from Song Guo.

The warm beige color did not weaken Qiao Yuan's cool aura, but added a cool temperament to him. His every move and every look exuded a unique charm that made people fall in love with him.

Song Guo looked at Qiao Yuan, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. His eyes became blurred, and he was deeply attracted by his lover. Qiao Yuan's figure became clearer and clearer in his eyes, as if he was the only one in the world.

"Yuan looks really good in this outfit. Mommy, I specially picked it for the brothers. If you two go out wearing it, you will definitely get a lot of attention." Mrs. Qiao said with satisfaction, her eyes filled with pride and pride.

After hearing this, Song Guo's eyes could not help but drift away, and he muttered to himself: Mommy, you probably bought couple outfits. As an adopted son, I covet your son.

However, Song Guo could only keep these words in his heart and dared not express them easily.

After all, it is too early to say these things now. The relationship between him and his lover cannot be said to be tense, but it is not much better either. It can only be said that they are familiar strangers.

Song Guo mourned for herself in silence, as the road to catching up with her husband seemed endless.

Song Guo was slightly distracted and didn't even notice Qiao Yuan's slightly complicated look at her.